Brynn Hollis' POVThe Heart of Wolves spoke to me at dawn.Not with words—with warmth. A pulse of light that spread through the bond, through the Circle, through every wolf who had ever chosen love. I felt it in my chest, in my bones, in the deepest part of my wolf.Come.I followed.---The tree stood in the valley where we had planted it. It had grown—not dramatically, not unnaturally. Just enough to be noticed. Its silver-gold leaves caught the morning light. Its roots had spread deep into the earth.I sat beneath it.The warmth grew. The light brightened. And then—a voice. Not the Moon Goddess. Not the Eclipse. Something older. Something newer. Something that had been waiting.You have done well, Brynn."I did what needed to be done."You did more than that. You chose love. Over and over. Even when it hurt."That's what the Circle does."That's what you do.---The light coalesced.A figure stood before me—not a wolf, not a woman, not a light. A presence. Warm and vast and ancient
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